Month: March 2017

“Whether you believe in miracles or not, I can guarantee that you will experience one.  It may not be the one you’ve prayed for, but a miracle none the less.”  Ordinary Grace

Randy and I were blessed to have next door neighbors in Newborn that literally saved our lives in so many ways!  Miss Margaret and Mr. C.A. were an older (eek 70’s) couple who were so happy to have the new minister and his family live next to them!    They fed us from Mr. C.A.’s garden, babysat when we needed a grandmama, taught us to garden, brought us left overs, had coffee with us in the mornings, and kept us up on all the gossip and the connections in the community.

In the summer of 1977, there appeared one day a letter from the IRS which informed us that we owed the government $157.45 (I remember the amount to this day), due before the end of the year.  We made less than $9000 a year, so the amount owed might as well have been a million.

As God would have it, a former CPA, Stoney, lived across the street.  We crunched numbers every way possible, but because I had withdrawn my teacher retirement, we owed the $157.45.

Summer became fall and still no way to get the money.  One afternoon as we were sitting in our back yard worried and deciding which one of us would go to jail, our friend, Sammy, who lived behind us walked over.  As he walked, you could hear pecans crackling under his feet from the pecan trees which filled our back yard.  Those things had become such an annoyance to us, but suddenly that annoyance had the potential to be a blessing!

In that moment, we both looked up at those pecan trees, and it was as if God had sent us a miracle!  Mr. C.A. confirmed that we could get money for selling pecans!  Miss Margaret and Sammy volunteered to help, we got grocery sacks, and went to work!  We even had Rob out there with a bag.  I don’t remember how many bags we loaded into Mr. C.A.’s truck that day, but I know that when Randy came home, he was smiling and waving crisp $10 bills!  Sixteen ten dollar bills to be exact!  Just like manna from heaven we had all we needed!  We paid taxes and had a couple of dollars for a treat!

Miracles happen every day.  They don’t have to be large ones, they can just be ordinary ones.  I thank God for all kinds of miracles!!

“What is impossible with man is possible with God.”  Luke 18:27

“I never looked at the consequences of missing a big shot…when you think about the consequences, you always think of a negative result.”  Michael Jordan

During this season of basketball and anticipation of the Final Four, my mind wanders back to years ago. Our family had the privilege of living across the street from a family in Calhoun, who were and still are our close friends.  The family had two boys, William and Palmer, who, when added to our children, were stair steps in age. Rob and these boys were all into sports, and they were forever playing whatever sport was in season. Ashley and her friends were always the cheerleaders.  I always loved watching and listening to them play basketball using the goal mounted on the garage at the parsonage in Calhoun.

Their favorite game was “last shot”.  In this game, someone would count down from ten thus putting pressure on the one with the ball to take the last shot before the buzzer sounded.  It was a life lesson – although to them it was just fun!

First, it taught them a cool head under pressure.  I watched each one of these boys in game situations, and although they didn’t score each time, they were always the one the coach wanted to have the ball in a clutch situation.  I hope we will all be deserving of that honor when we are called upon to defend our faith and beliefs.

Next, it gave them confidence.  They never let negative results impact them because they knew they had done their best.  As long as we know we have done our best in life, we can have the confidence to make a difference for others.

Lastly, it gave them a love of the game, a competitive spirit, and an understanding of winning and losing, which endures to this day. I see the same love in Drew.  When I see him play the game, I know his daddy has taught him “last shot”.  It is true that “in life you often get what you expect” (Michael Hyatt).  Those boys always expected to make that shot, and more often than not, they did!  In life, we need to love each day and expect only the best from our Lord and Savior.

As Shaq would say, “One lucky shot deserves another.”

Just as a footnote, I am picking UNC!

“None is righteous (perfect), no not one.”  Romans 3:10

“The reality is that the only way change comes is when you lead by example.”  Anne Wojicki

Perfect is defined has “having no flaws.”  My Mama was blessed with a beautiful voice and along with that, she also had perfect pitch.  Perfect pitch is defined as “the ability to identify a musical tone without hearing the pitch as an external reference.”  So, in words I can understand, Mama could look at a sheet of music and without any musical instrument to give her the pitch, she could sing it flawlessly. I am afraid that I didn’t inherit this gift, but I do admire those others I know who possess it.

Possessing this gift can be both a blessing and a curse!  I can’t even imagine sitting next to people in the choir or anywhere else who have no idea about musical notes or tone and resisting the urge to lean away or plug your ears because you hear every mistake they make!  (I know about that because Randy sings one note, and he sings it badly).  Instead, Mama always led by example.  I saw this firsthand because I sat by her in the choir for years.  She never corrected me or anyone else, nor did she sing in their ear, but she was there, next to you, if you chose to follow her.  I know many other people who also lead by example.

As we prepare our hearts and minds during these 40 days of Lent, it is good for me to remember that Jesus came to give us the example of how we should live.  He never pushed, threatened, or  berated the people to whom he ministered. He just showed them (us) the way God would have us to live.  He modeled dependence on the Holy Spirit, submission to God in all things, servanthood, service, leadership, teaching, love, forgiveness, faith, hope, mentoring, and gentleness.

He was the perfect example which we should follow each day.  We have all sinned and fallen short, but it is good to know that when we stumble, no one among us is perfect!  God doesn’t measure us by our perfection, but by our love for Jesus.

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you, I have called you by name, you are mine.”  Isaiah 43:1

I have always had problems with my name because my parents called me by my middle name instead of my first. That was never a problem in my tiny town because everyone knew my name was Diane. I’ve had other nicknames  – my Daddy called me “Pal”, my Mama called me “Sugar”, my cousins call me “Di”, Randy calls me “honey” most of the time, to my children, I am “Mom”, and to my grands, I am “DeDe”.   During my first year at Georgia, I had to become accustomed to answering to my first name, Susan.  It was tricky at first, but I adjusted.

I thought I was pretty good at it until I became Randy’s wife, (Mickler is a challenge to pronounce), and on top of that, a minister’s wife!  During our first two associate appointments, my name was not really that important – after all we were just that – associates.  I liked not having attention called to my name, but things really changed for me when we moved to the Newborn/Starrsville charge, my first “first lady” event.

People here loved and respected their minister, and they looked upon us as a sort of “holy family” if you will.  They had no problem calling Randy by his name, but they seemed to want to endow me with names of their choosing.  I learned to answer to, “Mrs. Preacher,”  “Randy’s wife,” “our Minister’s wife,” and  “Mrs. Mikeler”.  I always loved introductions because people would say, “Please meet Randy, our minister, and his wife.”  It was then up to me to say, “Hi, I’m Diane.”  It really didn’t matter because they would call me whatever they chose.  Although I probably never would admit it, I found myself resenting it.

There was a special man in the Starrsville church whose name was Guy.  I sat in front of Guy every Sunday and every Sunday, he greeted me with “Mornin, Mrs. Preacher.”  I always called him by name and responded.  One Sunday, I was having a bad day, and when he said “Mornin’, Mrs. Preacher,” I turned on him.  “Guy,” I said, “I have been sitting in front of you for almost two years, don’t you think you could call me Diane?”  He looked stunned, but then he said, “Well, I could, but you never told me it was all right with you!”  What a huge assumption on my part, but a lesson learned.  From that day forward, I always said, “My name is Diane.  Please call me by name.”

I am so glad that God knows us by name, and that He doesn’t wait for us to tell Him that it is all right to use that name.  He uses our name as He blesses us, forgives us, and uses us.  Thank God for our names!

“In general, pride is at the bottom of all great mistakes.”  John Ruskin

Randy and I had a very successful and eventful two years in Dalton during the years of 1974-76.  I watched with pride as Randy took over Sunday night services, started a Sunday School class, and became a spark plug for the church.  Through his efforts, a declining Sunday night service began to draw a huge crowd, youth attendance increased, and inactive folks began to return!  I was puffed up with pride!  In March of 1976, we welcomed Rob, our first born! Life was very good.

It was about this time that the District Superintendent came to Randy and told him that he needed him to step out and take his first “pastor in charge” appointment. That is a church of your own. I was devastated! How could I be expected to move away from all the joy and excitement we had built in Dalton?!  Surely after all the achievements should be rewarded?! However, these decisions and sentiments were not up to us or more accurately, me.

We were presented with the opportunity to serve a county seat church in a precious North Georgia town.  It wasn’t Dalton, but I reasoned that we could do this.  About three weeks before moving day, that appointment fell through because a minister with “more” experience got the job.  Instead, we were presented with our new appointment – a two church circuit with the parsonage located in the tiny community of Newborn.  How could God expect me to move with a three month old child to this uncharted place? What an injustice!

Reality is reality, so that very day, Randy and I drove over to the little community and stopped in front of a beautiful little white church which was at the end of a street and the first thing you saw as you turned the corner.  The next door neighbor, who we would come to know as Sam, walked over to us as we stood there looking. “Well,” he said, “you must be our new preacher. I’ve heard that God will be using you to bring our little church back to life! I knew you’d be coming by to see our community and church.  Welcome!”  He reached in his back pocket and brought out a pair of work gloves.  “I am here to put my gloves on and do whatever you need. Let’s get to work!  I can hardly wait to see what God has in store!”

In that moment, I knew that I had committed a terrible injustice.  I almost missed God’s grace for us and this little church because of pride.  I had let my pride get in the way of our calling.  I had forgotten that I am the glove, but God is the hand that fills it. Without Him, we can do nothing.

In June, we packed up our new baby, our few personal belongings, loaded our cars, and moved to Newborn to start helping fill the gloves with God’s hands.

“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, rather in humility value others above yourselves.”  Phillippians 2:3